So back in the day Books Ireland had a New Writing section. “A showcase for un-published writing, edited by Kevin Kiely..” On several occasions Kevin selected some writings from an American blow-in, aka myself. Thanks again!
So back in the day Books Ireland had a New Writing section. “A showcase for un-published writing, edited by Kevin Kiely..” On several occasions Kevin selected some writings from an American blow-in, aka myself. Thanks again!
Don’t worry the Teaching takes care of itself.
Take care of yourself
As you are an extension of all the buddhas
That is enough.
~
Oh, fortunate precious human life
I have splintered you into demons
Forgive an old man’s delusions
Let us liberate our self.
~
Flora
If I could I would
Hold you close
Not saying a word
Give you my heart
Sometimes there’s nothing to be said or can be said? I realised today I had fallen out of love with words. Therefore, with writing/poetry. Had actually for some time now verbalised how words are the enemy, the limitation of poetry. I have, for years now when making notes the bare bones of poems by hand scribbled as if wanting to get it over with. This morning reading about Rosemary Daniell on FB, her work and her life her poems this epiphany came. And so still scribbling I’m wondering how does one return to a place of love.
so the way this went was up in bed this morning after second coffee. only paper sticky notes (pink) sitting quiet spacey then this came first the tongues then other bits. Now I’ll transcribe into first ruff draft. this time using keyboard. sometimes a yellow pad is the first transcription. Sometimes there is only one sometimes there are many edits, the number depends on my things but mostly on my self. some photos of the original notes as you may see it is part of the illegible scribble that is an integral part of the process .
So the first bit =
And she said look
And I did seeing the play of sunlight slip
along the green hills a silver streak above the valley
a river mirroring catching sapphires between the roiling cumulus clouds….
SO Right away i notice too many the’s breaking up the image. Also I need to look up cumulus to make sure hos are the clouds I want… lets try it this way ~
she said look so I did seeing the play of sunlight slip
along green hills a silver streak along the valley
a river mirroring, catching sapphires from between cumulus clouds
Or Wait Maybe This ?
she said look so I did seeing the play of sunlight slip
along green hills a silver streak along the valley
a river mirroring, catching sapphires from between the cumulus…
So as you can tell or if not let me tell you it is a longish process sometimes. Anyway here’s the rest a first ruff ~
How the Goddess of Wisdom Taught Me the Tarantella
she said look so I did seeing the play of sunlight slip
along green hills a silver streak along the valley
a river mirroring, catching sapphires from between the cumulus
she said sing
so i offered
breathless wordless a what else can i do but be true refrain
harmonic of all i’d seen and all i’d ever see
she said dance
so we embraced a dance named for spiders
mingling sweat lead our lips to meet
undisciplined tongues ballerinas inside our mouths
she said hush
so i took breath
together we sunk dampness upon a warm green earth
she said know
and I was certain.
and so as of 30 july 2021 this is where its at ~
How the Goddess of Wisdom Taught Me the Tarantella
she said look
so I saw the play of sunlight slip
green hills a silver streak along the valley
a river mirroring, catching sapphires between the cumulus
she said sing
so i offered
breathless wordless a true refrain
harmonic of all I’d seen
all I’d ever see
she said dance
so, we embraced a dance named for spiders
lead our lips to meet
our mouths undisciplined
tongues ballerinas
she said hush
so together we sank damp
upon a warm green earth
she said know
and I was certain.
from the tiredness of my bones
not syllables of warm water mouths
rather emanate rich with marrow silent sensations
hot cold
soft foetal
crescents of your ears
depth deeper than you know of your eyes
the vast rift of tears
your endless heart
alone sometimes in the dark
I have been a labour for you
silently aloud
likewise you should read
these words so unlike other words
each window through which invisible creatures
of what cannot be said climb
Sometimes in this writing life
people take the time to listen, read
and let me know they did
sometimes even write a few words in response ~
As writing is by its nature a predominately isolation occupation
I just wanted to express sincere gratitude to each and every one who in one way or another participated with PD Lyons Explorations.
With best wishes to you all for a very happy, healthy & safe New Year!
Cheers!
so the way this went was up in bed this morning after second coffee. only paper sticky notes (pink) sitting quiet spacey then this came first the tongues then other bits. Now I’ll transcribe into first ruff draft. this time using keyboard. sometimes a yellow pad is the first transcription. Sometimes there is only one sometimes there are many edits, the number depends on my things but mostly on my self. some photos of the original notes as you may see it is part of the illegible scribble that is an integral part of the process .
So the first bit =
And she said look
And I did seeing the play of sunlight slip
along the green hills a silver streak above the valley
a river mirroring catching sapphires between the roiling cumulus clouds….
SO Right away i notice too many the’s breaking up the image. Also I need to look up cumulus to make sure hos are the clouds I want… lets try it this way ~
she said look so I did seeing the play of sunlight slip
along green hills a silver streak along the valley
a river mirroring, catching sapphires from between cumulus clouds
Or Wait Maybe This ?
she said look so I did seeing the play of sunlight slip
along green hills a silver streak along the valley
a river mirroring, catching sapphires from between the cumulus…
So as you can tell or if not let me tell you it is a longish process sometimes. Anyway here’s the rest a first ruff ~
How the Goddess of Wisdom Taught Me the Tarantella
she said look so I did seeing the play of sunlight slip
along green hills a silver streak along the valley
a river mirroring, catching sapphires from between the cumulus
she said sing
so i offered
breathless wordless a what else can i do but be true refrain
harmonic of all i’d seen and all i’d ever see
she said dance
so we embraced a dance named for spiders
mingling sweat lead our lips to meet
undisciplined tongues ballerinas inside our mouths
she said hush
so i took breath
together we sunk dampness upon a warm green earth
she said know
and I was certain.